On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. “The adventures I do not doubt, Annabel,” she said. I—I am a lovesick idiot, and not accountable for my actions. I wanted to have something to give up. He did not look at her directly, though she fantasized that she could 141 feel his stares from the back of the class on occasion. She felt him sometimes at night as he called to her in her dreams. She hunted the markets for bread and treats so they could feast during the day.
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